When Mick had stepped off the plane he had grinned at his buddies. They had done it! It had seemed like such a pipe dream once, traveling out to South Africa for the world cup and yet there they were, ready for all the action.
Well, when England crashed out of the World Cup he had lost interest in the football and his attention turned once more to his one true, abiding passion: men. His pals insisted they were going home now that the team was out but Mick had no intention of leaving the rainbow nation just yet. He drove his pals back to the airport and then checked into a new hotel and started plotting how he could get his hands around some hot throbbing man flesh.
He didn't have to wait too long. That evening he was sitting in the bar and there was a group of African guys drinking beer and talking about the football. When they realized that he was alone they invited them to join them and there followed some good natured teasing about the English team. They asked him what he thought about the vuvuzela and he couldn't help it, the words just flew out of his mouth before he could stop them.
'The only vuvuzela I would like to blow isn't made of plastic and doesn't make a noise.' he replied.
Suddenly he felt a hand close around his beefy British butt and he knew his dream was about to come true. That hand massaged his meaty cheeks and he could feel his cock start to twitch. A mouth pressed up close to his ear and asked him if he wanted to go upstairs to his room. Mick just about flew out the bar and into the elevator closely followed by three lean and muscled dudes. He didn't even know their names but he didn't care; all he knew was he was about to get regally fucked.
But the guys weren't in any hurry. They insisted Mick serve them a beer from the mini bar and they introduced themselves. There was Vusi, with the sleepy eyes and delicate features and Xolile with the powerful jaw and big, fleshy lips and Sam, who looked slightly shifty and dangerous. It had been Vusi who had fondled Mick's big butt in the bar and it was he who came up to Mick now and started rubbing the outline of his cock through his jeans.
'So you want some vuvuzela huh?' Vusi asked.
Mick gulped and flashed a smile.
'So pretty.' Xolile said.
Xolile pulled Mick away from Vusi and covered Mick's lips with his own and kissed him like he had never been kissed before. Mick's head was in a spin, his knees were turned to jelly and his heart thumped in his chest. It was only a lack of oxygen that forced Mick to break away. His face was flushed and his rampant cock tented his jeans, threatening to burst clear through the material. Xolile grabbed it and told Mick to prepare himself to be fucked like he had never been fucked before. The words were magic in Mick's ears and he was like a limp rag doll as the three guys started stripping his clothes off.
'Such smooth skin.' Sam said as he reached out and stroked Mick's bare chest before painfully crushing his left nipple between thumb and forefinger.
'Ouch.' Mick protested.
'Oh, poor baby!' Sam teased and Mick hoped he hadn't bitten off more than he could chew. 'Come, kiss my vuvuzela.' Sam sneered as he undid his trousers.